Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.